Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Venezuela and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing 8 Eyed Spy to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Smog. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
One Last Wish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Selecter,
The Monochrome Set,
D'Angelo,
Brick,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fire Engines,
Thompson Twins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rites of Spring,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mary Jane Girls,
Harmonia,
Bad Manners,
Erasure,
the Human League,
Joyce Sims,
Alphaville,
David McCallum,
Funky Four + One,
Goldenarms,
Yaz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soft Machine,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Knickerbockers,
Silicon Teens,
Lyres,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ornette Coleman,
Sarah Menescal,
Talk Talk,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ronan,
Dark Day,
the Bar-Kays,
Minor Threat,
Liliput,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minny Pops,
Darondo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tres Demented,
Bob Dylan,
Scion,
Ice-T,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sonny Sharrock,
Franke,
Fluxion,
Angry Samoans,
DNA,
Scratch Acid,
JFA,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.